Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.